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She literally growled. Jacob flicked a quick look in her direction, surprise and his own arousal surging through his body. She sounded as though she would relish taking on either danger right now. She should be terrified, not prepared to fight.
Jacob felt like banging his head on the steering wheel and howling in exasperation. The woman had no care for her own safety now. What was he to do about her? How was he to protect her? Better yet, how was he to ensure her good sense long enough to keep her alive until the effects of the ‘mating frenzy’ wore off? Damn her. Being mate to this woman would end up killing him.
“Faith,” he muttered. “You are riding very close to the edge of my control. ”
“Oh really?” she asked him sweetly. “I just love pushing boundaries, Jacob. Let’s see if I can’t skate a little closer. ” And then she moved.
Chapter Fourteen
Jacob allowed her to take her place between him and the steering wheel. Her cunt settled nicely against the swollen hardness of his erection beneath his jeans, searing it with her arousal. He ruthlessly tamped down the desire to release it. If he did, he would rip the pants from her body and force her to ride him to completion before they made it to the house. That wouldn’t do. No, he had other plans in store for Faith, and satisfying the arousal coursing through her body right now was not included in it.
She terrified him with her willfulness, her impulsive recklessness in defying him. She controlled the man, the part of him that wanted only her satisfaction, the heat of her passion and her desire. But nothing controlled the beast that lurked just under the skin. The male predator that demanded submission demanded her protection above all things. She was his woman, his mate, and while in heat, she was at her weakest.
Faith couldn’t know how arousing, how seductive the fragrance of her arousal was. It was a scent capable of possessing the mind and the loins of any man not strong enough to heed the stamp of his mark on her neck. A scent that roused a near violent lust.
It also made her easily tracked. There were still Breeds out there who followed their creators. Those who had broke, who had fallen beneath the cruelties and training of their merciless masters. Jacob couldn’t stand the thought of losing her to such rabid creatures.
Her head lay on his shoulder now as her fingers pushed aside the edge of his shirt. He steeled himself against the soft tongue that stroked over the mark she left on his broad shoulder.
“Mine,” she whispered, her hands sifting the strands of hair at the back of his neck as she lapped at the wound.
Jacob maneuvered the SUV through the narrow roads and back alleys, tortured, tormented by the softness of the woman who had draped herself over him. But he refused to lose himself in her touch. In her caress. He smiled tightly. He knew what she was doing, all soft and seductive on his lap, and he knew it wouldn’t work. Not this time.
“Am I, Faith?” he asked her seductively as he turned onto the rough track that led to the house. His tongue stroked over her neck in turn, rasping the mark he had left on her.
“You are now. ” There was a thread of amusement, of confidence in her voice.
“And you are assured of this, how?” he asked her dryly. He refrained from allowing her the knowledge that she was, of course, right.
“My mark, Jacob. ” His hand clenched at her hip as he heard the note of hope, of wistful longing in her voice. “You took my mark. ”
Jacob felt his heart clench. There was an echo of loneliness, of pain in her voice that disturbed him.
“I am your mate. ” He kept his voice soft, even. “Of course I took your mark, Faith. Just as you took mine. ”
He felt her sigh, the whisper of her breath across the wound. It was a sigh of regret, of longing. Suddenly it hit him, that he had truly left her alone for the last six years, unaware of the repercussions to her, the hell her body would have put her through as she waited for him. And she still came to him. She had allowed him to touch her again, only to have him leave her, when he should have comforted her, eased her through the aftermath instead of fighting his own demons.
And still, she had come to him. Perhaps not in sweetness and need, but with a lust and demand he could not have refused even had he wanted to.
“I missed you, Jacob, while you were gone. ” She was soft, aroused, and so hot the heat of her pussy burned through his jeans to his straining cock. He pressed closer to her, wedging his erection tighter against her saturated heat as he held her against him with his hand at her hip.
“I’m still paddling your ass, Faith,” he promised her, his lips quirking into a smile as her laughter whispered over his neck.
She was not taking him seriously. And though Jacob had no intentions of hurting her, he knew that the sexual punishment to come would assure that she would give second thoughts of defying him in such a manner again.
His body tightened at the thought of it. The memory of taking her, dominating her in that damned Lab cell had haunted him for six years. He remembered clearly the impulse that had pushed him past his reason, and forced him to take her in the most primitive way. Submission. She was his mate, his sexual weakness, his sexual strength. He was determined that she know him for his strength and his dominance over her sexually. It was that need that had pushed him into the act. They were the same impulses pushing him now. She would know that he would not tolerate such defiance.
“Promise?” she asked him seductively.
“Oh, I promise you this and more. ” His hand smoothed over the rounded cheeks of her ass, clenching his teeth against the thought of driving his cock between those rounded globes.
Damn. He could feel the damp heat that wept from her vagina as she rubbed against him. Silk covering satin and hot wet woman. Was there any combination more seductive to man or beast? But it didn’t still the dominant surge of possessiveness pouring through his veins. Ahh, sweet Faith. She thought she could tempt him, seduce him once again from forcing her submission to him? She had much to learn about her mate.
“Oh, I definitely promise,” he assured her again as he brushed a kiss over her forehead.
She nipped at his shoulder then. A second later her tongue laved over it. He could feel the smile that curved her lips. r />
“You are pushing your luck, Mate,” he told her softly as he fought to maneuver the bumps and gullies in the path he was driving over.
